Floors Need Love Too
Last night I was sitting on my couch, eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's and watching Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason, when I heard it. Uncontrollable sobbing. For a minute, I thought it was me. But then I looked down at the Cheeto dust and popcorn kernels at my feet, and I realized it was my floor, crying out for attention. I just want you to know, floor, that I heard you. Help is coming.